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The Masquerade — Ella Wheeler Wilcox	Look in the eyes of trouble with a smile, Extend your hand and do not be afraid. ‘Tis but a friend who comes to masquerade, And test your faith and...	422 views Rate it
If All the Skies — Henry Van Dyke	If all the skies were sunshine, Our faces would be fain To feel once more upon them The cooling splash of...	420 views Rate it
The apron of flowers — Robert Herrick	To gather flowers, Sappha went, And homeward she did bring Within her lawny continent, The treasure of the...	417 views Rate it
For Richmond's Garden Wall — Robert Louis Stevenson	WHEN Thomas set this tablet here, Time laughed at the vain chanticleer; And ere the moss had dimmed the stone, Time had defaced that garrison. Now I in...	416 views Rate it
Not Dead — Robert Graves	Walking through trees to cool my heat and pain, I know that David’s with me here again. All that is simple, happy, strong, he is. Caressingly I stroke ...	415 views Rate it
Inchcape Rock — Robert Southey	No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, The Ship was still as she could be; Her sails from heaven received no motion, Her keel was steady in the ocean....	414 views Rate it
The Barefoot Boy — John Greenleaf Whittier	Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder...	412 views Rate it
When he would have his verses read — Robert Herrick	In sober mornings, do not thou rehearse The holy incantation of a verse; But when that men have both well drunk, and fed, Let my enchantments then be sung...	411 views Rate it
The Witch's Daughter — John Greenleaf Whittier	It was the pleasant harvest time, When cellar-bins are closely stowed, And garrets bend beneath their...	410 views Rate it
Why Was Cupid a Boy — William Blake	Why was Cupid a boy, And why a boy was he? He should have been a girl, For aught that I can...	407 views Rate it
Life — Mary Darby Robinson	"What is this world?thy school, O misery! "Our only lesson is to learn to suffer." -...	407 views Rate it
Lines On T.D. McGee — James McIntyre	DeArcy. McGee, All compliment thee, The hope of the land, On your lecture so...	405 views Rate it
A Code of Morals — Rudyard Kipling	Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order, And hied away to the Hurrum Hills above the Afghan border, To sit on a rock with a...	404 views Rate it
The Solitary Woodsman — Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts	When the grey lake-water rushes Past the dripping alder-bushes, And the bodeful autumn wind In the fir-tree weeps and hushes, -- When the...	403 views Rate it
The Beach — Robert Graves	Louder than gulls the little children scream Whom fathers haul into the jovial foam; But others fearlessly rush in, breast high, Laughing the salty...	403 views Rate it
Sport — Abraham Cowley	The merry waves dance up and down, and play, Sport is granted to the sea; Birds are the choristers of the empty air, Sport is never wanting there. The...	403 views Rate it
The Black Sheep — Robert William Service	"The aristocratic ne'er-do-well in Canada frequently finds his way into the ranks of the Royal North-West Mounted Police." --...	401 views Rate it
Chorus — Algernon Charles Swinburne	Atalanta in...	399 views Rate it
How They Brought The Good News From Ghent To Aix — Robert Browning	I....	398 views Rate it
Song — Alice Duer Miller	THE LIGHT of spring On the emerald earth, A man, a maid, And a mood of mirth, A foolish jest, That a smile amends - It took no more To make us...	398 views Rate it
A Good Night — Francis Quarles	Close now thine eyes and rest secure; Thy soul is safe enough, thy body sure; He that loves thee, He that keeps And guards thee, never slumbers, never...	397 views Rate it
I'll Find a New Love — Theresa Slezak	My heart is sick, My body weak. Mind is twisted. It's hard to...	395 views Rate it
An Appointment — William Butler Yeats	BEING out of heart with government I took a broken root to fling Where the proud, wayward squirrel went, Taking delight that he could spring; And he, with...	395 views Rate it
Her Immortality — Thomas Hardy	UPON a noon I pilgrimed through A pasture, mile by mile, Unto the place where I last saw My dead Love's living...	394 views Rate it
The Gardener XLV: To the Guests — Rabindranath Tagore	To the guests that must go bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps. Take to your bosom with a smile what is easy and simple and near....	394 views Rate it